This poem is about the reflection I see. What is written in this poem such as "Blood stains my face" and "Tears mix with the cuts on my cheeks", I am not being truthful. This never happened. This is simply an imaginative poem.

You are already slipping away.

You have such a radiant light about you.

I have what it takes.

Her games went way too far.

Your smile vanished from your face.

An introspective response to the poetry challenge: Reflections In The Mirror; a palindrome challenge from Philly Dreamer.

Lost love.

Love can be so amazing.

A description of aging, looking back on one’s life in contemplation. The old man "sitting at his windowsill" is also a symbol of contemplation and reflection of the character. There is also a definite and deliberate connection to nature, as there is reference to autumn.